Luyện nghe bài hát I Will Become The Reaping

Like maggots, they breed headlines, dining the wounds in breathless cadavers.
Mirror blind and aimed for gold. Now a terror turn on its own.
They race. And they to the carcass rot to feed.
And just decay, this design delivers life, but they prefer to play cancer.
In chase for the sky, towers uprise. In fear, the quakes for what's forgot.
They cut like the butchers, with as their cleavers, as the tide prowls their shores.
never listened when we screamed, "Wash the blood from your hands.
Rip off the veils. the blood from your hands and run, see what you forgot."
Then the met the sands as the cyclones began.
In epic charge rose the hordes, all and thorns.
As the stone from walls broke legs as they crawled.
The had no mercy, they screamed for blood in their fall.
Six eyes pierce the and now...
24 teeth in each of the 3 72 white knives your new ending.
24 teeth in of the 3 makes 72 white knives your new ending.
With every slaughter bring your home.
With every slaughter bring kingdom home.
How are we this pain we are feeling?
How are we deserving pain with healing?
And on trails symphonies of agony...
Cant you see? still demanding self-pity.
Look to the moves of the surrounding.
the only ones, the only ones who keep from growing.
One day the reaping return, and we'll be butchers no more.
Bring slaughter home, and send everything above